The next day, Nikolas prepare to go to the training room, Alexander had gave him all the reassurance he needed to not believe he would die.
Nikolas steps out of their room after eating breakfast and walks to the training, his footsteps echoing through the castle's corridors.
His mind replayed the events of the previous day, Azil's link to that book he had saw and that room now.
Nikolas entered the training room and was met by Azil.
"Good morning," Nikolas greeted, walking deeper into the room.
Azil nodded, his expression unreadable. "Good morning, Nikolas." His voice was low.
Azil's eyes moved to Nikolas's. "Why did you run off yesterday?"
Nikolas's brow furrowed, should he tell him about the vision or not , he thought.
"I had personal matters to attend to."Nikolas said instead.